Re: log: welcome home - adrian and dietre
There was no question that Sieglinde was about to be supplied with some spare bacon bits as Adrian cooked. He was a sucker for big eyes and a lolling tongue, apparently. "Cool," he said, as they moved into the kitchen. It was clean and well-appointed, though the appliances had seen better days. The fridge was devoid of magnets, and the stove was clean, but not exactly new.
He did have a halfway decent cast iron skillet, but that had come with the house too, forgotten in a back cabinet. He was an okay cook, trying to get better at it, but he was pretty sure he'd mastered the art of slicing tomatoes and grilling bacon. He found he had more of an appetite, recently, since becoming a whole and single person. It reminded him of his student days, when he had studied for hours without touching food, then found himself ravenous out of almost nowhere.
He wasn't going to turn down the money if Dietre was offering. Whatever made him feel better seemed like the right course, especially if it was just getting reinvested into food for everybody. "Okay then. I almost never spend more than a couple hundred bucks a month on food for myself, so just chip in whatever you feel like."
"Yeah, of course." He pointed to the kitchen table. It was clean too, and it was becoming evident that the whole place had been tidied up in advance of Dietre's arrival. He opened the fridge and fished in the crisper for the tomatoes. "I work at Area 52," he said. He'd never bothered to be secretive about it, and nothing in his contract explicitly said he had to. "I'm a researcher. Gene therapy, primarily."